“Saigon, shit, I’m still only in Saigon. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the jungle.” – Captain Willard, Apocalypse Now
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Vietnam War Huey Helicopter at the presidential palace, Dalat, Vietnam.
Who wouldn’t want a personal escape helicopter?

I mean, how far off from a Bond Villain are you then? You’d just need a cat (and maybe a scar).wpid-wp-1447400049630.jpeg

As I stand in the man’s bedroom I wonder if all the secret escape tunnels and machine guns made Bao Dai, the last emperor of Vietnam, sleep any more soundly at night?… Read More

The road is a blur.

Mountains, rivers, and endless jade-green rice paddies whip by at 70 clicks an hour. Pause to slowly work your way through a herd of water buffalo and then punch it.… Read More

Three months in and the strangeness of Asia has not gotten to me in the way I had figured.  Sure, they call limes lemons, eat dog, and drink beer with ice, but at the end of the day that’s not enough to trigger the homesickness I had prepared for.… Read More

Continued from ‘Easy Rider’

The plan was vague, but the ingredients were all there; motorcycles, asian-chicks, questionable meats.  I had no solid plan of attack, little bankroll, and no wingman (or wing-woman, I’m an equal opportunity adventurer and as far as I know menstrual cycles don’t have the same effect on tigers as it does bears).… Read More

One of the earliest memories I have of my father is a bedside chat at about the age of 8.

In it he outlined the paths that one’s life can take and how they are often vast and varied. That over the course of a man’s life he may try his hand at many things, some successful, others not.… Read More

Responding to his ad in the middle of the night I found my revolutionary-looking friend, Mr.Ulyanov, was staying only a block away. … Read More

‘You want boom-boom?’
I turn to look at the leering Xe-Om driver who smiles the most decrepit smile I’ve ever seen.  I count two teeth and those are hanging on for dear tobacco-stained life.
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Vietnamese coffee could be used as rocket fuel.

As I write this I can barely keep my caffeine addled fingers steady enough to type and yet they’re so good I’ll probably order another one.  A carryover from the French occupation (1859-1954)… Read More

Never trust a fart in southeast Asia. Wish I’d have heard that little gem sooner.

They say you’re never more humble than when, as an adult, you shit your pants.  Well ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you today as humble as the Buddha himself.… Read More